I've been terrible about writing lately. The holidays really kicked my ass this year for some reason. But we've survived and I suppose it's time to get back to normal life.
Dane's been working crazy long hours and is getting the seasonal blahs again. Last week he had two days in a row of 15-hour shifts and had to deal with both with one of his weird eye infections. He actually gets eyeball blisters. Yeah, I know, ewwwwwww. Poor guy. So he's on antibiotics, three different ones, is working like a dog and is still getting over his mega-flu from Christmas. So basically, if you run into Dane, he needs a hug.
On a happier note Romy's still setting the educational world on fire. We had our first official parent-teacher conference last Thursday and the teacher had nothing but rave reviews for me. She told me she's had gifted students before but has never seen a kid like Romy. They did a test of basic kindergarten skills and most kids get somewhere around 300 or 400, and my little girl scored over 900 in every single category. So she's a genius. So after the meeting we drove down to Susie's house to pick up Polly. I was smiling so much I could barely drive. Romy was happy, too, the teacher gave her a gumball. So right at the peak of my pride a little voice from the backseat says "mom, my gum's stuck in my hair." She had the thing less than 15 minutes and stuck it in her hair so bad we had to cut it out with scissors. She's so funny. Such a genius in every way but practical things. The best part, though, is it's actually my fault cause we had this big discussion about Violet Beauregarde from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." I brought it up even. I actually said the phrase "sticking her gum behind her ear" and thought nothing of it. I may as well have pulled the car over and rammed the gum into her hair myself. So I guess we all have things to work on. Even geniuses need to learn the little things -- not sticking gum into hair, opening doorknobs, snapping one's own pants... Someday. :)
And as for Polly, she's still resisting my potty-training efforts. I even broke down and bought one of those little sticker charts with the toilets all over it. She couldn't care less about that thing if she tried. She just wants the stickers from it. But then we're back where we were with the whole chocolate thing. She uses peeing as currency. If she wanted chocolate she'd go in the bathroom and squeeze out a few drops so she could have candy. It was weird. It's like she can go any time she wants to but would be perfectly happy to wear diapers anyway. Any ideas? I'm all out.
So then there's me. I'm good. Nothing really going on for me. A guy I work with has volunteered for my crappy teacher-training project, which would leave me free to color fun pictures for learning activities. I should be thrilled but it's sort of unsettling to hand a project over to someone else. That's been my job security for the past three or four months. I was able to sleep nights because of that piece-of-crap nightmare of a project. So basically I'm trying to be happy that I got what I wanted. I'm not good at that maybe but I'm trying.
OK, so now you're caught up. Probably more caught up than you wanted to be, actually. That's how I run, though, feast or famine, and yeah, the famine is OVER!!! :)
Dane's been working crazy long hours and is getting the seasonal blahs again. Last week he had two days in a row of 15-hour shifts and had to deal with both with one of his weird eye infections. He actually gets eyeball blisters. Yeah, I know, ewwwwwww. Poor guy. So he's on antibiotics, three different ones, is working like a dog and is still getting over his mega-flu from Christmas. So basically, if you run into Dane, he needs a hug.
On a happier note Romy's still setting the educational world on fire. We had our first official parent-teacher conference last Thursday and the teacher had nothing but rave reviews for me. She told me she's had gifted students before but has never seen a kid like Romy. They did a test of basic kindergarten skills and most kids get somewhere around 300 or 400, and my little girl scored over 900 in every single category. So she's a genius. So after the meeting we drove down to Susie's house to pick up Polly. I was smiling so much I could barely drive. Romy was happy, too, the teacher gave her a gumball. So right at the peak of my pride a little voice from the backseat says "mom, my gum's stuck in my hair." She had the thing less than 15 minutes and stuck it in her hair so bad we had to cut it out with scissors. She's so funny. Such a genius in every way but practical things. The best part, though, is it's actually my fault cause we had this big discussion about Violet Beauregarde from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." I brought it up even. I actually said the phrase "sticking her gum behind her ear" and thought nothing of it. I may as well have pulled the car over and rammed the gum into her hair myself. So I guess we all have things to work on. Even geniuses need to learn the little things -- not sticking gum into hair, opening doorknobs, snapping one's own pants... Someday. :)
And as for Polly, she's still resisting my potty-training efforts. I even broke down and bought one of those little sticker charts with the toilets all over it. She couldn't care less about that thing if she tried. She just wants the stickers from it. But then we're back where we were with the whole chocolate thing. She uses peeing as currency. If she wanted chocolate she'd go in the bathroom and squeeze out a few drops so she could have candy. It was weird. It's like she can go any time she wants to but would be perfectly happy to wear diapers anyway. Any ideas? I'm all out.
So then there's me. I'm good. Nothing really going on for me. A guy I work with has volunteered for my crappy teacher-training project, which would leave me free to color fun pictures for learning activities. I should be thrilled but it's sort of unsettling to hand a project over to someone else. That's been my job security for the past three or four months. I was able to sleep nights because of that piece-of-crap nightmare of a project. So basically I'm trying to be happy that I got what I wanted. I'm not good at that maybe but I'm trying.
OK, so now you're caught up. Probably more caught up than you wanted to be, actually. That's how I run, though, feast or famine, and yeah, the famine is OVER!!! :)
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